Secrets And Masks Cover Art Novels & Stories

Jessica asked putting her hand on my arm. "I'm fine. Just nervous is all and worried about him shifting tonight." I barely got above a whisper thinking I was going to break down. But I couldn't, a knock at the front door broke our conversation. I ran my hands down my simple haltered white dress to make sure there were no wrinkles and sighed at my reflection. My dress would be the same one I wore to my party. My dark blue heeled wedges fit my feet perfectly and my hair was held back by a sapphire colored headband. My makeup was done naturally.

There are men scattered everywhere. "Here take this, you have to wear it" Helena says, handing me a nose mask and similar nurse uniforms to wear "I told them I'll be bringing someone to help me out today, in order for them not to suspect you" she says and I nod, taking off my original clothes and changing into the ones she handed me. I pull my hair from its ponytail to cascade around me, to form a curtain around my face. I slip on the nose mask, covering my mouth, nose, and cheeks, which is basically hiding most part of my face.

What’s the use of having great tits if you can’t shove them in faces? Of course, she had on her favourite; a recent release from Hein Flin, a very high silver-coloured pumps to match her earrings. She arranged that she sat next to Matt at his table and saw to it that he got more than a good look at her bosom. This gained her killing looks from his companion for the night; Lina Pen, ex-wife of Paulo Guerrero; the second richest man in the world- second only to Patrick Drew. The bitch had only stopped short of scratching her eyes out. She eventually succeeded in emptying a bottle of champagne on her. That ended the night with her sodden plunging neckline emphasizing her nipples. For the record

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Even Ah Yin shook her head slightly, "Even I don't know." "Did you buy some masks?" Chen inquired and Ah Yin nodded. With a thought and sliver of spirit energy, she pulled out eleven oval masks with various colors and carvings on them. Out of all the masks, there was only one that suited his black battle robes. A simple black mask carved out of the devil tree's wood but it didn't have any spirituality. The sections of the eyes were bordered by white marking. Taking the mask and trying it on, Chen suddenly looked towards Ah Yin with an intensity she had never felt before. His green eyes locked with her blue eyes as he questioned her calmly, "How do I look?"

I couldn’t stay hidden away in here forever, if I didn’t make it known to everyone that Mason was my man, then other girls would start sniffing around him, and this would become so much harder. Pulling out my makeup bag, I slowly start painting on my war mask – that’s what it felt like anyway; a full face of makeup makes me impenetrable to everything – nothing and no one would dare mess with me once I have my shit back in place, no one will ever know I was weak, not even for a day.

Yet, it added an air of mystery and intrigue to the evening, leaving me both nervous and exhilarated at the same time. As the makeup artist began to pack up her tools, I turned to Miriam with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What's the significance of the masks?" Miriam smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The masks allow guests to conceal their identities, adding an element of mystique to the festivities. Each guest will be wearing a mask that reflects their wolf." I glanced down at the pristine white mask in my hands, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over me. Would my mask, reflecting the image of a white wolf, give away my true identity as the White Wolf?

In case my schoolmates saw me, I wore a cap and sunglasses to cover my face up. I drank and drank, while my tears wouldn't stop coming. A breeze kissed me gently, and I turned around. A boy was drowning out something with alcohol as well. He too was wearing a cap. The skies were dark, and the moon was covered. I couldn't see his face. He raised his bottle, and I gave him a toast. The alcohol worked its magic, so we slid our butts further and further away from our original spots. Eventually, we were side by side. Then we drained bottle after bottle of alcohol.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.